I’ve been on the other side
Got my lips smacked now they’re dry
Then you call me call me in
You think I am your possession

you’re
Messing with a Southern girl
But my recipe is on
With your
stale bread yeah it’s hot
But Baby I don’t need your cash
so Baby maybe I let your

Big Wheel turn my
Fantasy
Don’t you throw your shade on me
I’ve been drinkin’ down your pain
Gonna turn that whiskey into rain and
Wash it away
Wash it away
Wash you away boy
Let’s go

I’ve been on my knees
But you’re so hard
hard to please
Did you take me take me in
So you are a superstar
Get off the cross we need the wood

Somehow you will rise
But without a tool
I know honey you’re a pro
But Baby I don’t need your cash
Mama got it all in hand now

Gimme 8
Gimme 7
Gimme 6
Gimme 5
Gimme 4
Gimme 3
I. I. I am a M-I-L-F don’t you forget
M-I-L-F don’t you forget
M-I-L-F don’t you forget
Baby I don’t need your cash
so Baby maybe I let your